It's gonna be a good day tater tot.

So Isabella started preschool a few weeks ago, and it has been such an adventure. The first week she started her daddy was on vacation from work so we made it a point of going together as a family to drop her off and pick her up. It started out rough, and if Blake had not been there to talk it out with me, I would have been so upset. It was heart breaking hearing her cry after we dropped her off, and it didn't help that she has such strong pipes that we could hear her all the way up to the front office. sniffle. Blake and I used some of that alone time the first week to treat ourselves to a date, but it still felt new and awkward driving around places without her in the backseat.

 The next week was a little rougher as I was dropping her off by myself, and I totally cried from her classroom, to the car, and almost all the way home. It was a hard day for mommy. Slowly but surely the reports kept coming in from teachers that she was doing well and calming down shortly after I left everyday.

Well, it finally happened on Tuesday that I went to drop her off and not a tear was shed. She fussed a little, but ran off and started playing with toys while I left. I almost cried again. I went to the gym to meet up with a friend, and I told her that it hurt my heart in a whole different way. I am so pleased that she is happier, and growing up to be independent, but there is that little part of me that will always want her to miss me and need me.

Today as we were driving to school, she started to get a little fussy and I found myself reassuring her. "It's gonna be a great day. You will have so much fun. I will be back to get you. It's gonna be a great day tater tot."